A song about the conquest of Mesoamerica from the perspective of the Aztecs.
I have been writing music for 32 years and these are a few of the funny and serious ones.
Lyrics
One of these days...a spirit rising in the east...
It's not the sun...and it's not the moon I see...
I hear a thousand, thousand voices...calling me...
I know not what they say...or if this may come ...to be...
I was born in the time of the burning trees...
saw things that others could not see...
Heard the jaguar and what he said to me...
so many men...coming from the sea..
White skin...darkest misery...
Bound to, bring us to our knees...
Like the serpent, hanging from the tree...
Men of venom come for you and me.
Many warriors die, in the spirit dream...
Women cry...and the children scream...
It's not the moon...and it's not the sun...
men of venom...one day will come.
White skin...darkest misery...
Bound to, bring us to our knees...
Like the serpent, hanging from the tree...
Men of venom come for you and me.
White skin...darkest misery...
Bound to, bring us to our knees...
Like the serpent, hanging from the tree...
Men of venom come for you and me.
